Daisy, the dog who needs lightened up is up to day 10 of the *plan for doggy relaxation*. Okay, okay, it's been over a month. But she has made progress (see schmoozing in the last post). It's a 15 day plan so we're doing okay.
She had a little set back when the can of cheeze whiz made a spurting sound when it was nearly empty and scared the dickens out of her. She would not come back into the room with the can of cheeze whiz. We're working on that now too.
She has accepted offerings from the new can but she looks at it like it might do something crazy at any moment.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Where I've Been
I've been *not blogging*. That's where I've been. See, when things are going on, I'm not really very likely to blog about them right off. You, my couple of readers, are glad, yes, very glad of this. If you know me to speak to then you will know that this is true. when I am in the middle of things I cannot verablise them very well. Though I do try. It genrally comes out as gibberish which my f2f friends put up with in the most patient manner. Thank you.
Here's what's been goin' on:
My body has gone on a rampage. Perimenopause has chosen the past few months to make it's presence known. Although I have suspected this to be the case for a while. And then, in what seemed like a sudden reversal, there were some other disturbing symptoms. (If you are not a woman...oh well, I am and this is my blog.)
I started bellding several times a month. *This*, I said to me, *is not normal*. So, after several visits to the doctor, an ultrasound and a very painful pipette biopsy to rule out cancer fibroids and csyts were discovered. Okay, so my body had not blown a gasket of anything. It was just trying to fix a problem. Fix not working. The whole scenario has been very scary. But the worst is over. Really. All the tests came back negative for cancer. Lining of uterus normal, etc. Except for the fibroids and cysts. The cysts were unclear as to whether they were solid (a concern) or not. So I will have another ultrasound in December to look at them again. The fibroids and the crazy, ridiculous bleeding will be dealt with by cauterizing the lining of my uterus. Yay.
I was further disturbed during all this by well meaning friends who shared that they had been having similar problems FOR YEARS!! Oh. My. Gods. NOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Well, it turns out that they had either chosen to do nothing or chosen to find out what the probelm was and do nothing. Oh. I feel better now. My panic on this front was exacerbated by the calm reaction and *you're fine* manner of the nurses who one speaks to first at my doctor's office. These were the first line of professionals I dealt with and it seemed that they were really not all that concerned. Now, perhaps, they were trying to prevent panic. They failed. I paniced because they did not seem as concerned as I thought they should be about my symptoms. Ah, well. I have a lovely Program that helps me deal with, not only my panic over my symptoms but also my panic over their lack of panic over my symptoms. And then there is the wonderful gratitude I have.
I am grateful that there is a solution to my problem.
I am gratful that I have a Program for living and enough time practising it to DO something about my problems.
I am grateful that all the tests for cancer came back negative.
I am grateful that all the women who said they've been putting up with these kind of symptoms for years were honest enough to admit that they haven't done anything about it.
I am gratful for the care and concern of my friends.
That's it.
Oh, and my dog, Daisy, had her reunion at the shelter she was adopted from today. She ate ice cream and schmoozed and gazed into the reflecting pool(it was supposed to be a duck pond where in the dog takes a duck out of the water and wins a prize but Daisy doesn't do water play) and played Simon Says. She lost and she did not pout. She got a bag of loot too. Rawhides, pig ears (ewwww!), milkbones, chewy treats, two bandannas, poop bags in a cute carrier, a frisbee, a pink ball, a really giant milkbone, and a coupon for a free nail clipping.
good fun.
Here's what's been goin' on:
My body has gone on a rampage. Perimenopause has chosen the past few months to make it's presence known. Although I have suspected this to be the case for a while. And then, in what seemed like a sudden reversal, there were some other disturbing symptoms. (If you are not a woman...oh well, I am and this is my blog.)
I started bellding several times a month. *This*, I said to me, *is not normal*. So, after several visits to the doctor, an ultrasound and a very painful pipette biopsy to rule out cancer fibroids and csyts were discovered. Okay, so my body had not blown a gasket of anything. It was just trying to fix a problem. Fix not working. The whole scenario has been very scary. But the worst is over. Really. All the tests came back negative for cancer. Lining of uterus normal, etc. Except for the fibroids and cysts. The cysts were unclear as to whether they were solid (a concern) or not. So I will have another ultrasound in December to look at them again. The fibroids and the crazy, ridiculous bleeding will be dealt with by cauterizing the lining of my uterus. Yay.
I was further disturbed during all this by well meaning friends who shared that they had been having similar problems FOR YEARS!! Oh. My. Gods. NOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Well, it turns out that they had either chosen to do nothing or chosen to find out what the probelm was and do nothing. Oh. I feel better now. My panic on this front was exacerbated by the calm reaction and *you're fine* manner of the nurses who one speaks to first at my doctor's office. These were the first line of professionals I dealt with and it seemed that they were really not all that concerned. Now, perhaps, they were trying to prevent panic. They failed. I paniced because they did not seem as concerned as I thought they should be about my symptoms. Ah, well. I have a lovely Program that helps me deal with, not only my panic over my symptoms but also my panic over their lack of panic over my symptoms. And then there is the wonderful gratitude I have.
I am grateful that there is a solution to my problem.
I am gratful that I have a Program for living and enough time practising it to DO something about my problems.
I am grateful that all the tests for cancer came back negative.
I am grateful that all the women who said they've been putting up with these kind of symptoms for years were honest enough to admit that they haven't done anything about it.
I am gratful for the care and concern of my friends.
That's it.
Oh, and my dog, Daisy, had her reunion at the shelter she was adopted from today. She ate ice cream and schmoozed and gazed into the reflecting pool(it was supposed to be a duck pond where in the dog takes a duck out of the water and wins a prize but Daisy doesn't do water play) and played Simon Says. She lost and she did not pout. She got a bag of loot too. Rawhides, pig ears (ewwww!), milkbones, chewy treats, two bandannas, poop bags in a cute carrier, a frisbee, a pink ball, a really giant milkbone, and a coupon for a free nail clipping.
good fun.
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